Chapter 212

"Come here." Yanqing pointed at the steamed stuffed bun.

Someone who had stuck out his tongue had to come over immediately. Yan Qing looked at his son who was only thigh high in front of him and picked his eyebrows. She couldn't tell what it was like. This feeling of blood inheritance was really wonderful.

He bent down, stretched out his hand and, unaccustomed, forked up his armpit and held it in his arms.

A small one, with little power. Yan Qing frowned slightly. His son can't be so weak.

"Uncle Wang......" before the little steamed stuffed bun finished, Yan Qing bluffed him with his eyes.

Yan Qing turned to a kiss on Feng Jiuxi's cheek, and then under the stunned eyes of the two people, "kindness" reminded: "again, what should you call me in the future?"

"Ah, Ziyan is still young. Don't be in front of the child..." Feng Jiuxi was anxious for fear that xiaobaozi would dislike the sudden change.

Unexpectedly, the little steamed stuffed bun was just stunned for a second, then stretched out his hand to hold his neck, looked excited and shouted, "Dad!"

"..." Feng Jiuxi looked at the dramatic scene like a piece of wood, that's it?

Smoothly let her not help but doubt her previous entanglement, which is really too superfluous.

What she doesn't know is that fengziyan actually had an unusual cordiality towards Yanqing from the beginning. Maybe this is some tacit understanding brought by blood.

If he hadn't wanted Yanqing to be his father early in the morning, how could he bring Feng Jiuxi here today?

"Great, I'll be a child with a father in the future!" little steamed stuffed bun was overjoyed.

The speaker is careless and the listener is intentional.

When Yanqing heard this, it was rare to see waves in his heart. Over the past few years, he owed it.

"Can you draw?" Yanqing suddenly asked the villain in her arms.

The steamed stuffed bun shook his head. "Grandpa only taught me how to improve my spiritual cultivation and asked me to protect my mother. In the future, I will work harder and never let bad people hurt my mother again!"

Worthy of his son, he's on the road.

Yan Qing nodded with satisfaction.

"Spiritual cultivation is important, but you are still young, and your foundation is also very important. Painting can cultivate your mind. If you have a bad mind, you can't achieve a better state."

Small steamed stuffed bun listened and nodded vaguely.

Then, Yanqing took him to the table, spread out a piece of white and clean paper, glanced at Feng Jiuxi, "can you grind ink?"

Feng Jiuxi came to grind ink for him, and the good ink soon came out.

Yanqing grabbed the steamed stuffed bun's hand and waved it on the paper. The little man had only seen it before, but he had never painted it himself. At the moment, it's like discovering the new world. His eyes are shining when they stare at the gradual formation on the paper.

"Wow... Dad, is this Mo Mei?"

"Look at this! It's amazing. You can draw like this!"

"Dad, you are too powerful. Zi Yan will learn from you in the future."

Feng Jiuxi looked at the smiling face of the steamed stuffed bun. They got along so well that she was relieved.

At this moment, in this small wooden house, they seem to be a real family.

Live and do whatever you want.

Feng Jiuxi even couldn't help thinking: if only it could go on like this all the time

But what she doesn't know is that there is an upcoming storm in the Feng family, which has been brewing and is waiting for her to jump into the pit